*killua melts down onto gon again, in a strange state of being drowsy and wired at the same time in the wake of his orgasm, lost in a heightened, dreamlike state where everything is more sensitive, every touch breathtaking. he’ll never be able to express in words how much it means to him that gon wants him in this way, that he chose him, so he lets his body say it for him, his heart syncopating with love as he takes in his tongue, his breath, anything he’ll give him.*